Whispers of a Shadowed Age

Generations upon generations flourished on Eltheran, each Nextborn race etching their unique mark upon the world. The Nemoren wove magic into the fabric of reality, the Humusgar delved into the mysteries of the arcane, the Petra'kin carved magnificent cities from mountains, and the Trigewisse fostered harmony and fellowship across Eltheran.

Yet, amidst the blossoming of civilisations, a chilling prophecy began to echo through the halls of Eltheran's most ancient temples. It was a tale whispered by the wind, etched upon the gnarled branches of ancient trees, and murmured by the restless spirits of the earth. It spoke of a coming darkness, an age where the very essence of Eltheran would be corrupted.

The Age of the Veiled Sun - so the prophecy foretold - would descend upon the world. Four monstrous entities, born from the very antithesis of the Divine One's creation, would rise from the shadows. They would be known as the Dregs of Aenwyn – beings who would twist the sacred magic of Eltheran into a weapon of subjugation.

The prophecy painted a grim picture. The Dregs of Aenwyn, wielding a perverse form of Aenwyn, would enslave the Firstborn, twisting their minds and bending them to their will. Lush landscapes would crumble under their dark influence, and the very air would crackle with an unnatural energy. Hope would dwindle, and despair would smother Eltheran like a shroud.

But within this chilling prophecy, a flicker of light remained. The whispers spoke of a chosen few, scattered amongst the Firstborn races. These individuals, touched by the Divine One's grace, would possess a unique connection to Aenwyn. They would be known as the Aenwyn-touched, warriors imbued with the purest essence of Eltheran's magic.

The prophecy foretold that the Aenwyn-touched, guided by the whispers of the Divine One, would rise from the ashes of despair. They would hone their abilities, learning to wield the true potential of Aenwyn to combat the Dregs' twisted magic. Their journey would be fraught with peril, a constant dance between light and shadow. Yet, they were the only hope for Eltheran, the beacons destined to pierce the suffocating darkness of the Veiled Sun.

The Nextborn listened with a mixture of fear and determination. They knew this prophecy was not merely a cautionary tale, but a chilling glimpse into a possible future. It served as a stark reminder of the delicate balance that existed between light and darkness, and the responsibility they bore to nurture the world entrusted to their care.

From that day forward, the Nextborn races diligently studied the prophecy, seeking any clues about the nature of the Dregs and the Aenwyn-touched. They honed their skills in warfare and magic, preparing themselves for the coming conflict. Though the Age of the Veiled Sun may have loomed on the horizon, the Firstborn held onto a sliver of hope, a belief that even in the darkest of times, the light of Aenwyn could prevail. The fate of Eltheran hung in the balance, and the time for heroes to rise was drawing near.

These monstrous entities, however, would not be solely known as the Dregs of Aenwyn. Whispers spoke of a more ancient tongue, a language from the dawn of creation, where a more chilling name echoed – Daevathema. It translated to "Deceivers of the Divine Essence," a horrifying title that struck fear into the hearts of the Firstborn. For it not only described their power to twist Aenwyn, but also hinted at a deeper blasphemy – their audacious attempt to usurp the Divine One's own creative power. The name Daevathema served as a constant reminder of the immense threat they posed, a chilling echo of the darkness that could one day engulf Eltheran.